This is a song about "Party sex rock and roll"

But i still wanna party and get fucked up

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

I'mma get on my zombie shit, wait, here's my carcass

While theese rappers just sit around and party, they're jobless

From this world and lets make a planet rock,

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

He dont want the diamonds

And roll all my own blunts

Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

Than her dad cries and says fine, and we go in the back for the after party,